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Last night, I was weighed down by a lot of things. I’ve got hives again and this time around they were located in my right arm and smack in the middle of my back. I suppose some exotic insect bit me again, but part of me suspects that it’s ascension symptoms, brought on by the Hunter’s Moon this October.

That was itching enough to be bothersome. And even though I am still full go on my mission — I just installed video editing software and all that — the response on my trial video up on YouTube was short of dismal. I had one thumbs down and about 30 views. Which brought me to thinking if I really did have “spiritual gifts” and if I should share them publicly.

I took Benadryl to help me sleep despite the itching, but it seemed like I didn’t need it. I fell asleep while doing self-healing Reiki on myself. Woke up and tinkered around the computer for a bit and then fell back to sleep. That’s when I had this strange dream.

I was in an illustrious and old campus, walking by a pathway beside one of the big buildings. I stopped by a hawker’s stand. There was this guy there giving out flyers and samples (not quite sure what the samples were for, but they looked like micro-cassette tapes). He was a psychic and I was looking at him and his wares, curious if he was the real deal.

While I was doing this, things started happening to me. I turned the golden knob of the grills nearby which revealed a secret passageway to the college down below. And when I looked up at one of the life-sized statues that decorated the college (it looked like St. Francis of Assisi in my dream although I’m not sure), the statue suddenly turned its head to me. Jeepers, this was getting creepy.

When I turned down to look at the guy’s calling card which he had handed out earlier and which seemed to contain my initial logo for my website, the logo was spinning as though it had life.

That’s about all I remember, but I think there was much more. I think Spirit was telling me that I did have psychic powers and not to doubt it because the “psychic hawker” by the wayside didn’t have an inkling that all those strange things were happening to me. Okay, okay, maybe I can help some folks out. I’m still not definitely backing down on this. I have to birth it and let God.

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Telepathic Arguments with my Twin

I’m the one with Mars in Aries and since this Supermoon is in Aries, I’ve had to catch my temper many times the past couple of days. Thank God that we’ve been given guidance about how this will affect us, so no bridges were burned so far.

On the other hand, I’ve felt my twin picking an argument with me several times now, telepathically though. I feel that he is lashing out at me, but I didn’t want to engage because I could tell that it is his own frustration and anger with himself that’s the source. You know how men pick a fight so that women would break up with them? That’s how it felt like. I told him I was here to stay and that I wouldn’t go. I suspect it is his own feelings of self-worth that are at play here. He thinks that because of his failed relationships, his codependent way of coping with problems, that he’s no good for me. But I know that that argument is neither true nor valid.

So I’m letting him stew for a while. I miss our loving connection but these are issues that have resurfaced for a purpose. He needs to heal them and get rid of the guilt he associates with them. All is forgiven. I’m not pressuring him anymore to fit his healing and return with my timeline. He just needs to do it.

In the meantime, I will continue to heal myself to help him heal. He is, after all, my twin. I’m just glad that I am in a place right now where I can tell what this is. If I were any less enlightened, I would have responded likewise in anger and frustration.

I have to write this down because I feel that my dream has an important message for me, but it is slowly slipping away.

What I remember is that I was going somewhere, on a journey. And I was checking out this coat which was brown, and seemed to be attached to this huge stuffed bear. It was inexpensive, and had white crocheted pockets, and the edges of the coat were lined with fur. I was looking at myself in the mirror, and I was asking someone beside me, “Is this okay?”, but I remember feeling good about it and thinking it looked good, just that other people might think me strange for wearing a giant stuffed bear on my back.

The thing is, in my dream, this scene wasn’t totally in 3D. It started out that way, but it would switch “filters” so to speak between 3D and 5D. In its 5D version, I could see shades of violet and gold emanating from me, with a crystalline like specks, like glitter and little diamonds, floating in the air. And the bear wasn’t a bear, but more like the head of a lion.

Now, I know what this segment means, but let me get on with the rest of my dream first before I forget.

Next, it seemed like I was travelling on a train, this was only me. I was looking out the window and seeing events pass me by. There seemed to have been an accident but the weird part is that I was both in the train and investigating the scene of the accident at the same time. Again, it would flit between these two scenes. From the train window, I saw people dirtied, but strangely enough, not bloodied. I saw an old high school classmate in uniform, dirtied and fallen on the ground, and I somehow knew that our high school valedictorian was also affected by whatever that had happened. Her name is Issa, short for Clarissa.

In my dream, as in real life, she knew almost everything. In this instance, in my dream, she was a master at decoding the messages of the tarot. And it felt that in my dream, I was sort of taking a test. Like she was explaining to me the things that I was seeing through my train window, but even before doing so, I already had my own interpretation of it which synced up with what she was explaining. I don’t know how to describe it, but if this were totally in 3D, it would be like a teacher telling you how to do things, and me going, “Yeah, I know.”

Before I continue analyzing this message, I have to tell you what happened yesterday. I was very sad, low energy, and basically unsure. In fact, I had to call on Archangel Michael to send me the blue ray to protect my energy field so that no further negativity would seep through. I also called on St. Germain for the Silver Violet Flame so that whatever negativity that had gotten through would be transformed. So I started the day feeling blah, half wishing that I didn’t have to go to work, but also knowing that if I didn’t, I would just stay at home and mope. I had questions. I had doubts about this whole twin flame journey. The same questions I had for Agatha (Psychicconsultants on You Tube) were still lingering and there were no answers. In other words, I had doubts that my twin flame relationship would manifest in 3D. And I wasn’t mad, just resigned and trying to accept my fate in 3D.

I asked my guides for answers, but on the drive to the office, my head was a mess. It was a hodgepodge of thoughts and worries. I literally had to refocus my attention and remember that I had just asked a question that I was seeking the answer to. And then, that’s when this song came on the radio, one that I had just heard for the first time, and it seemed to speak directly to me. I learned later on that it was Katy Perry’s “Rise” and these were the lyrics that I caught:

When, when the fire’s at my feet againAnd the vultures all start circlingThey’re whispering, ‘You’re out of time’But still I rise

This is no mistake, no accidentWhen you think the final nail is inThink againDon’t be surprisedI will still rise

I must stay consciousThrough the madness and chaosSo I call on my angelsThey say

Oh, ye of so little faithDon’t doubt it, don’t doubt itVictory is in your veinsYou know it, you know itAnd you will not negotiateJust fight it, just fight itAnd be transformed”

Now, if that wasn’t a clear message, I don’t know what is. Spirit was telling me to hold on. And, yes, I have been calling on my Higher Self and Spiritual Team, my angels, the Archangels and Ascended Masters — anyone from above I can call on for help. And this was what they said:

“So I call on my angelsThey say

Oh, ye of so little faithDon’t doubt it, don’t doubt itVictory is in your veinsYou know it, you know itAnd you will not negotiateJust fight it, just fight itAnd be transformed”

I navigated through the day and at the end of my workday, after I had finished running errands at the mall and having coffee, I left to go home. As I was exiting the parking area of the mall, a video on You Tube saying that the First Wavers of Twin Flames were sort of done with their mission came to mind. Well, not really done with their mission, but they were done anchoring in energy and it that it was time for them to create now, for themselves, as their service in holding the energy for others was accomplished. Timelines are merging and this is a tool for deeper healing because one can now access that part of them in a certain timeline and heal that through intent and feelings.

Personally, I felt that, and I had a hunch that whenever readers were talking about “new beginnings” that this would be part of it, but it was only more comprehensively explained to me why. This is why I’ve been getting the feeling of “I’ve done what I can. Everything else from here on is up to you,” especially when dealing with humans.

Anyway, I went ahead and asked, hoping to receive a sign. And when I turned on the radio, and the first song I hear is One Direction’s “Infinity”. You know, like the infinity symbol of twin flames? So, I guess, both my twin and I will be part of the first wavers.

But since sometimes I am uncertain if that was indeed the sign (I have the same problem with the GPS — take a right here? you mean now? here? then I miss the turn) I kept the question open for clarification. I swear, one day, I will write a children’s story about “The Lost Little Starseed”.

Anyway, I didn’t get any more striking messages all the way to my house, which brings me back to my dream. The central figure in my dream was Issa. In my native tongue, do you know what that means?

One.

The first. Una.

But other questions were answered as well. Someone up there is telling me that I’m ready. Maybe for another chapter, I don’t know. I’m not sure. But the bear coat/3D, lion mane/5D is an honoring of my Lyran Starseed ancestry. It seems that they are telling me that I get to “wear the coat” now even if I feel uncomfortable somewhat with what other people will say. They are also telling me that I can now travel through various timelines and that I can read and convey messages of spirit. All in all, it seems as though I have completed a certain level of mastery.

Now, what am I to do? How do I share my gifts? That’s something I have to mull over.

He was the coolest astrologer I’d ever known. Bespectacled, his black mane drawn in a ponytail behind his head, nicotine-stained teeth from smoking too many Camels, leather boots, and armed with a charming British accent, Henry Palacios stood behind a small almost inconspicuous booth at the lower ground floor of Megamall, ready to tell you what the stars had in store for you.

The booth had just opened, and my friend Amelyn and I walked over curiously to ask what it was all about. That was the first of many visits. And soon after, our friends flocked to Henry as well, and we were also introduced to the other oddballs that hung out with him — clairvoyants, psychics, sorcerers, wizards and warlocks in their own right. Even when Henry was manning the booth alone, we were always in for tales of his adventures – whether it was getting lost in Salamanca, Spain, drunken partying at some other part of the world, or even cautionary tales about how having a Mars in Aries could get one into trouble.

Decades later, the booth had closed down and Henry became more prominent, guesting at the biggest networks during auspicious times of the year. I had gone on to law school and become a lawyer, while Amelyn became a respected broadcaster.

Two days ago, Henry got called to be with the stars. It happened suddenly, at the tender age of 53. His brother was recounting their last conversation the night he had a heart attack. Henry was bemusing about how he was going to grow old alone as he had never married, and was wondering what was going to become of him since he hadn’t gotten together with “the one who got away.”

Maybe the stars heard him. Maybe the Karmic Board was compassionate enough to give him leave to come home. After all, Henry has helped countless people during their journey in this lifetime. Mission accomplished.

Now, it’s time for him to rest and be with the stars he loved so much. Thank you, Henry, for your lifetime of service.

I got a reading today. Although my situation is a whole lot rocky especially on the domestic front, the cards (and my reader’s guides) are advising me to hold on because the storm will pass and the sun will come out soon.

Some highlights of my reading:

My now ex-friend JJ’s business and love life will reach Tower status if she doesn’t make things right with me.

Apparently, she thinks that I’m causing the havoc in her life right now and is distancing herself from me. It’s the wrong way round. The reason that nothing seems to come to fruition with her is because despite helping her out and showing her kindness and generosity of spirit, she didn’t treat me well. Well, that’s actually a euphemism. Betrayed would be the proper word. Then again, I forgave her (three times now, by my count) and yet, she didn’t make good on those second chances.

Oddly enough, she’s one of the few people who know my divine aspect as dispenser of divine justice. So that’s disappointing. Neither my reader (who also knows her) nor I can give her a heads up too because this is a test that she has to figure out and pass by herself, not because she was coached. I’ll be sad to lose a friend. But again, I’m not a doormat. If she doesn’t make amends, the trend will continue, and she’ll have no one to blame but herself and her foolish pride.

Better to stay under the radar for now where my parents are concerned.

I asked if I could just give them money next month, but the advise was to give some now otherwise, they’ll throw a shit storm by August when other things in my life are going well for me.

When I asked whether or not it was safe to surface, the cards said not yet. It would be better if I didn’t talk to them first until I got myself properly situated with M. That’s assuming, of course, that M would come in time, and I hope he does because too long of a hold out would just make me seem like a universal asshole.

My relationship with my dad will never be repaired. My mom will continue to be user-friendly. They will keep asking for money and emotionally blackmail me into giving it.

The Secret Wedding

So the advice was that when M and I get our act together and decide to get married, that I shouldn’t tell them because they will attempt to sabotage it. I can only tell them when it’s a done deal. I’ll have to explain to M my circumstances and he will understand and will want to take me away from my own private hell here.

I can’t introduce him to my family either because it will sour our beginning. Not even my sisters. My friends, yes, but not my immediate family because all of them have their own malevolent and resentful agenda against me. The advise was to give us time to get used to each other and get settled down, before we let in the barbarian horde into our lives.

I’m going to be moving out first before the wedding so I don’t know how to keep that under wraps. In any case, I don’t think it will be a problem once I announce it, especially if I preface it with the fact that they’ve been telling me to get my own place since they will be selling the house soon, and that here I am, finally complying with their dearest hearts’ wishes.

Kind of a very different scenario from my resort destination wedding that was prophesied at first, but I have to roll with the punches. The “storm” I’m going through was foretold by my other reader in my birthday reading when she said that I’d have to face some challenges when I turn 40. Yeah, this is probably it.

They’ll all be sorry.

I don’t say that in a vengeful sort of way, but I mean, they’ll literally say sorry and try to make amends to me. M will be sorry that he’s strayed the path and delayed so many times, given in to temptation and all that, but from the time he arrives, he will make up for it. That’s also the reason why he hasn’t spoken to me — he’s downing the cocktail of shame with a shot of remorse.

My dad will be sorry and will try to make amends, but only because he wants money, and to that, I say fuck him. My mom will be sorry and try to be congenial but only because of money too. The advise was to give them what they ask just so they get off my back for a while.

The Sun is Coming

Actually, my first and determining spread was really good. I got the Sun card for the final outcome. Right now though, I feel pained and desolate because, until it happens, I really don’t know for sure if I’m looking forward to something, but the cards say that there is a light at the end of the tunnel. Even when I read my own cards, that’s what it says.

So right now, my best option is to keep flying low under the radar, keep my cards close to my chest, and hold out for as long as I can, bending without breaking, like a bamboo in the wind.